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[color=yellow]MENTIONS:[/color] 「[@Lord Orgasmo]」[/Center]

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Mother of god. She had taken notice of him.

It felt like time froze and the world stopped. He processed his situation quickly, unsure if she had really noticed he saw her reins floating in the air. She was acting so casual; Was she truly prepared for this race? How could one person seem so friendly yet so menacing at the same time? Was he just becoming unnerved over superstition? No, he had saw it; It was very real. Something was strange about her, and he couldn't trust what she said. The wave was probably a facade to get him to lower his guard, but he wasn't going to do so. He'd keep his distance; But keep an eye on her, as well. For his own sake.

These thoughts were interrupted by something slapping him in the face. He panicked; scrambling and clawing at whatever it was as he screeched out of surprise. Had people started playing dirty already by blinding his damn view?! He'd kill the bastard that thought they'd cheat him out of his position in the race just because they threw paper at him. But, upon observation, this wasn't just any poster. It was a wanted poster; And the face on it, wanted dead or alive...

Was that jackass he threw shit at earlier.

[color=yellow]"Shit."[/color] He muttered to himself, eyes widening. She was wanted? He went and threw horse shit at a wanted woman? He wasn't exactly scared, [sub](yes he was)[/sub] but he became more wary than ever knowing there was an outlaw out for him. Though, if she came to him, and he had this on hand... She could be a pretty markup. If he turned her in, he'd definitely have the cash to fund the race; Perhaps fund himself to victory. But she was probably dangerous; He'd have to be careful. He doubted she had better to offer than her bounty, and since she'd probably come to him, it was a free meal ticket. He'd just need to lure her into a trap of some sort.

He crammed the poster under his scarf to keep it from blowing away, and continued focusing on the race. He was, of course, aiming for number one: But as long as he got a decent score during this stage, he'd at least be in a good position to scout out enemies that were a threat later.